Without even a word of farewell, Senior Sister Tianhe left with Yan Wushuang, appearing utterly carefree.
Zheng Fa watched the backs of the two along with the tiger. What he had said earlier, Xie Qingxue might have taken seriously, or perhaps not, but Zheng Fa himself had taken it to heart:
If Mu Qingyan's memories are accurate, then the Tianhe Sect might face annihilation in the future.
Of course, he couldn't reveal this:
Otherwise, the reaction of the Tianhe Sect would be unpredictable, and even Mu Qingyan might feel betrayed by him.
But just as he said before, he was powerless to affect the fate of the Tianhe Sect and didn't care much.
Yet for Xie Qingxue and Yan Wushuang, if he had the ability, he wouldn't stand by without offering help.
...
Xie Qingxue sat cross-legged on the white tiger's neck, absentmindedly playing with its white fur, seemingly lost in thought.
"Senior Sister..."
"Hmm?"
"Are you thinking about Zheng Fa?"
